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	<title>Neekersneakers</title>
	<link>http://annikskelton.com</link>
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		<title>My parents, on hearing my HSC marks, 2004</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Me: And my UAI is&#8230;wow.
Mum: What is it?
Me: Almost ninety-five.
Mum: Well that can&#8217;t be right!
Dad: Maybe you should give the Board of Studies a call?
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		<link>http://annikskelton.com/2010/03/09/my-parents-on-hearing-my-hsc-marks-2004/</link>
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		<title>I once worked for a funeral home</title>
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By far, the worst job I ever had was during the summer when I was twenty-one. I&#8217;d returned from South Africa early after a failed attempt at voluntary work (I like money) and couldn&#8217;t resume my old job for another 4-5 months because there wasn&#8217;t yet any work for me to do there. For the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://annikskelton.com/2010/03/05/i-once-worked-at-a-funeral-home/</link>
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		<title>Some more conversations with my housemates</title>
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Him: You think I&#8217;m some sort of golden goose? That I will just offer you a silver platter of men to bone your way through?
Me: I don&#8217;t really think that&#8217;s how the story went.
Him: Fuck you.
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Him: I just don&#8217;t understand why anyone would want you.
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Him: Do you want to go to the pub?
Me: It&#8217;s Monday.
Him: [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://annikskelton.com/2010/02/26/some-more-conversations-with-my-housemates/</link>
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		<title>More conversations with my housemates</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I live with two boys. They can be quite offensive.
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Him: I read your blog post about me.
Me: Did you like it?
Him: Yeah, it was kind of like an unfunny version of ilivewithcrazypeople. Like a poor man&#8217;s version of that.
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Me: Wait, don&#8217;t look at those photos, they&#8217;re terrible.
Him: Annik, you don&#8217;t have to worry about that [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://annikskelton.com/2010/02/22/more-conversations-with-my-housemates-2/</link>
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		<title>I&#8217;m pretty sure I dated a sociopath</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Some of you will know who was involved in the events below. Please do leave a comment and feel free to ask questions, but I would appreciate it if no names were mentioned, in order to protect the innocent (and the guilty.)


I was having drinks with an old friend when the subject of my particularly [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://annikskelton.com/2010/02/18/im-pretty-sure-i-dated-a-sociopath/</link>
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		<title>The natural history of the telephone</title>
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Telephones were first discovered in 1972, secretly nestled amongst the cocoa fields of the Alaskan desert.
Scientists believe that the telephones were first planted by dinosaurs. &#8220;We have significant reason to believe that the telephone may, in fact, be post-modern,&#8221; somebody said.
Others maintain that the telephone was the original source of polio, which received critical acclaim [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://annikskelton.com/2010/02/15/the-natural-history-of-the-telephone/</link>
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		<title>Conversations with my housemates</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I live with two boys. They can be quite offensive.
Him: You smell nice.
Me: Thanks!
Him: Yeah&#8230; you smell like.. what&#8217;s that stuff that you can spray in the toilet after you take a shit?
Me: This is my favourite perfume.
Him: Yeah, like toilet cleaner.
Him: You don&#8217;t want there to be any sexual tension amongst housemates. You just [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://annikskelton.com/2010/02/12/conversations-with-my-housemates/</link>
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		<title>How to make a good TV show: part 2</title>
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The best part of every episode of Gossip Girl is the show&#8217;s clever and unexpected use of irony.
For example, after a lifetime of meticulous avoidance of rumoured carcinogens, Serena develops bowel cancer and shits blood which is gross and all her friends pretend they don&#8217;t know her.
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		<link>http://annikskelton.com/2010/02/10/how-to-make-a-good-tv-show-part-2/</link>
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If you haven&#8217;t checked out ChatRoulette, I highly recommend it. This kept me and my housemate entertained for no less than 2 hours during last Saturday&#8217;s never-ending downpour and at first I was embarrassed to be talking to complete strangers in my pyjamas, but by the end I needed to be prised away from the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://annikskelton.com/2010/02/08/2612/</link>
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		<title>An additional occasion when it&#8217;s probably unwise to say &#8220;So&#8217;s your face&#8221;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Mum&#8217;s friend: I hate to say it, but your cat&#8217;s getting a little chunky.
Me: So&#8217;s your face.
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		<link>http://annikskelton.com/2010/02/05/an-additional-occasion-when-its-probably-unwise-to-say-sos-your-face/</link>
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